Janneke received her graduation robes today. The college buys them for tenured faculty, and they are very swanky. She showed them to the kids just before bed tonight. It was a very nice, proud, strangely anticlimactic thing to see her in front of the mirror, adjusting them.
T had a birthday party Saturday, which left her wiped out:
But she recovered for Sunday, when she presented her Mother's Day present:
Terrible picture, but I love her early-morning hair in it.
Q also handed over the goods to a grateful Mami:
I got her something too. Don't think I didn't. It was a shirt, which I thought would suit her very well, and had even spied out what size shirt she wears. P after P after P after XS after XP, fer cryin' out loud. And then a 1 turns out to be too small. So I got no smooches of appreciation. Just grumbling sarcasm and the odd bird flipped my way, pretty much right up 'til now. There is absolutely no justice in the world, I tell you.
Except in baseball.
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